The Duke's Passion

[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT AHEAD. PROCEED WITH CAUTION.]

"Should I tie you up next time to teach you a lesson?"

I swallowed down a mouthful of saliva, noticing how his eyes blazed with fury. I knew I was wrong, but I didn't know this house was crazy!

"Sam, hehe..." I smiled sweetly, sliding my arms around his neck. "I'm sorry, love. I didn't know I'd get lost in this house."

I ran my finger through his hair, avoiding any punishment by coaxing him. His eyes glinted as they narrowed, but I ignored it while pouting coquettishly. Although I knew Sam was angry, he had already caught me. Now, we can do whatever we please, right?

"Please don't be mad," I cajoled, standing on my toes and planting a peck on his jaw. My kisses didn't stop there as I showered him with brief pecks down to his neck. 

"I won't go away. I just felt like... playing. It was frustrating that this house is like a labyrinth, but you found me... again." I spoke in between of kissing him before drawing away. Sam didn't look pleased, keeping his stern expression while gazing down at me.

"Sam..." I pouted as my husband also had gotten hard to coax. It was a little frustrating, but I couldn't blame him. I just needed to be patient.

"Do you hate me?" I inquired while my eyelashes fluttered ever so slowly. 

"Lilou, you've slept for five long years. I don't like the game you're playing." His tone was deep, sending a chill down my spine. "Are you trying to drive me to madness?"

I pressed my lips together, feeling a little guilty. "That's not... what I meant."

This should be an innocent game between the two of us. Who would have thought that this house would turn out like this? Now, instead of us sharing a passionate kiss while undressing, he was scolding me.

"I wouldn't be able to find you if you..." My brows rose as he trailed off, exhaling heavily through his mouth. "Really... I don't know what to do with you."

"Sam, I won't go away, I promise. I was simply lost in this house." A frown dominated my face while seeing him in distress. I truly felt guilty, especially now that I was seeing how worried he was. 

"Lilou..." Sam rested his forehead against mine, giving me the liberty to inhale his deep breaths. I closed my eyes, chest moving in and out heavily.

"Sorry," came out a weak voice while my eyes slowly opened. "Really. If I know, I'd rather tease you while bathing."

Sam remained silent as I stood on my toes once again. I titled my head and placed a brief kiss on his lips. He didn't react in one kiss, so I placed another one. If one or two wasn't enough to placate him, I would kiss him more until he calmed down. 

"Tsk. You really know my weakness," he grumbled under his breath, withdrawing one of his palms from the door and wrapping his arm around my waist. 

"Oh!" I giggled as he pulled me against his body. 

"Say, Lilou, why did you want to play so much?" Sam inquired, bending over with eyes glowering. It was as though he would devour me if I said something wrong.

I gnawed my lip and thought about it carefully. "Well... I want to be pampered. To feel reassured, loved, and needed."

"Did I not reassure you, loved, and made you feel validated enough?" he inquired under his breath while I averted my eyes briefly.

Sam didn't lack in reassuring me, in making me feel he loved me, and that he needed me. But deep down, I felt like I needed more. I felt like I was being too needy, which I didn't recognize feeling before, but this need just grew stronger by the minute.

"It's just that..." I trailed off while playing with his hair. "... I don't know?" — that was my full honesty. 

Was it fear? Was it just as simple as 'one of those days?' Sometimes, I couldn't understand myself. But then again, I wasn't myself for the past five years. Although accepting the existence of our son came easy, there were more things I hadn't come to terms with other than that.

"You should have told me." Sam let out a sigh and tilted his head. His lips crashed against mine briefly before it traveled to my cheek and the side of my neck.

"But I am flattered that my wife... wanted more from me," he whispered as he traced my neck with the apex of his nose, making me shiver instantly. "You never want more from me before."

Sam hissed before he nibbled my earlobe, caressing it with his hot and deep breaths. My knees felt weak as my arms around his neck loosened, but I would cling to him whenever I would notice.

"Sam," I moaned while my back arched, pressing it against his firm body. "I --"

The rest of my words drifted back to my throat as Sam already smashed his lips against mine. All that came out was a protesting moan when he bit my lower lips. The taste of iron instantly filled my mouth, but that only increased the longing in my lower region. 

His tongue carefully explored my mouth as if it was his first. So my tongue showed him around, keeping up in his pace. Sam let out a grunt and suddenly grabbed my thigh up, pressing his body against mine until my back was almost fusing with the door.

"Sam," I moaned in his mouth, feeling a little frustrated at the clothes that were covering us. "Let's..."

I panted as his mouth parted away from mine. Sam didn't stop as he nibbled on my neck while I stretched it for easier access. His other hand slipped under my skirt, squeezing my thigh. 

Goodness... I closed my eyes and indulged in the sensation of his lips against my skin. I felt something sharp graze my skin lightly, and I knew it was his fangs. For reasons unknown, there was this lingering feeling his fangs left on my skin that felt more... sensual. 

This arousal was something I never felt before. My body, my heart, my blood, and my soul lusted for those fangs. I felt lightheaded at my increasing body heat, but my mind could only think of his fangs sinking into my skin.

"Sam, have me," I requested under my breath, offering my neck to him. "I.... want your fangs into my skin."